Imagine Walking On The Beach With Him At Your Side.

Imagine walking on the beach with him at your side.

Super Hulk Rubiel Mosquera aka Neckzilla

All rise

A rounding holiday Part 1.

GAY WEIGHTGAIN

As quickly as his legs could carry him, Brian hurried with small steps towards the bus that was about to pull up. Running was not his favorite activity. Never been. It was already dark and drizzling, but nevertheless the sidewalk was busy. The lights of his school behind him and the tall office buildings surrounding it reflected in the puddles of rainwater on the ground, which Brian tried to avoid. His new, sporty shoes were nice to look at, but he had recently discovered that they were not waterproof. He clumsily dodged large groups of oncoming people who, just like him, were trying to avoid the puddles and wanted to get home with the same speed. His body was not slender, his movements were not graceful, and the raindrops on his thick glasses obstructed clear vision. It wouldn't be the first time he rudely pushed someone aside. Unintentionally, because Brian was not the type of person who harmed others for his own gain. On the contrary. With a red and sweaty face from exertion, he panted as he climbed the bus and looked for a place to sit. The narrow aisle was not made for his size and many times his body collided with another's. He was used to angry looks, although he preferred to look at friendly faces. Halfway down the bus, near the back doors, there were two spots left, spacious enough to sit down. With a soft groan and clumsy movements, he got the backpack off his broad back, plopped down on the spot by the window and placed his backpack next to him. His heart pounded wildly in his chest and it took a moment for his breathing to calm down enough to supply his body with enough oxygen. The jeans were tight on his thick legs, but Brian had decided not to buy a larger size again. He had already gotten a new coat last week. He could hardly close the old one anymore. After Tobias had pushed hard, Brian had stepped on a scale for the first time in months, perhaps even a year. He weighed 310 pounds. Immediately he’d turned his head and got away from the scale. He was not proud of his weight and serious plans to go on a diet crossed his mind. This time he was really going to do it, if necessary with the help of medication. An appointment with the doctor had already been made. In two weeks, on Monday morning. He also registered online at the local gym a month ago. He had not yet found time to exercise as he was too busy studying software engineering. Or gaming, his favorite hobby. Brian hated the idea of ​​having to exercise. He just didn't like to exercise that much, especially not between those studs you meet in a gym. If only he were more like Tobias. He trained almost every evening. Opposites attract, he had once read. Brian smiled wryly at the thought as the bus drove through busy streets, raindrops on the windows scattering the lights of the city.

Three years ago, Brian had found an apartment not far from a bus stop. It wasn't very big; A bedroom, bathroom and living room/kitchen where the dining table was also used for studying. After all, it was his studies that had lured him to the city in the first place. It had not been easy for Brian, those first three years. Actually it has never been really easy for him. He had always been on the fat side, didn't exercise much and he liked to eat. He weighed 265 pounds when he arrived at the city and he managed to maintain this weight for a long time by eating less than he used to. Sometimes he even ate vegetables. But in the past year he had gained about 50 pounds... Tobias was a sociable, well-spoken boy who had been working for a number of years in the kitchen of Pizza's 'n Donuts, a lunchroom on the other side of the city. He was a qualified chef who liked to try new recipes. Brian had met him by chance, when he was shopping for a new and less tight shirt and ordered a salmon sandwich at the lunchroom. Tobias himself then appeared from the kitchen to serve the sandwich and have a nice conversation. Less than a month later he had moved in with Brian. He still loved to talk about their first meeting and how he saw the most beautiful man he had ever seen walk in from the kitchen. Brian thought it was exaggerated, but Tobias didn't care. With a flourish, Brian threw his backpack on the floor and hung his coat on the coat rack. The white shirt he wore did not hide the curves of his large body. His heavy underbelly hung over the buttons of his tight jeans and his love handles bulged over his wide hips. Two clearly visible breasts moved violently with the movements of his arms. Breathing heavily like a locomotive, Brian moved from the hall to the living room. The smell of delicious food already greeted him. As usual when Tobias got home before him, the dining table was already set and full of steaming pans.

“Hey, honey,” Brian said to the tough-looking boy with short curly, bleached hair and tanned skin, who unsuspectingly sniffed the scent of the contents of one of the pans.

“Hey, beautiful man,” Tobias replied with a broad smile.

He walked over to Brian and gave him a kiss on the cheek with his full lips. It was clear that Tobias regularly went to a gym. His tight shirt showed off well-developed pecs and even some of his abs. Two muscular arms protruded from the short sleeves and with his large hands he rubbed Brian's back and gently squeezed a love handle.

'Flamboyant Brazilian!' Brian thought, laughing as he pushed the hand away. 

Squeezing his love handles made him feel uncomfortable.

*

Tobias looked mischievously over the pans at Brian, who was eating tastefully from the mountain of food on his plate. Tobias had prepared his favorite sausages. Four of them were half-hidden under a mountain of gratinated mashed potatoes drizzled with a thick, flavorful gravy. He had already finished a deep plate of thickened tomato soup with cream and croutons. Smiling broadly, Brian looked back as he broke off a piece of baguette and spread it with herb butter. Rain pattered on the window. A flash of lightning. It thundered in the distance.

“It's going to storm tonight,” Tobias said, after swallowing a slice of cucumber.

His plate was more modest than Brian's. A pile of cooked rice, spicy chicken filet and cucumber slices on a bed of string beans. Brian nodded his head. His mouth was too full to say anything. With difficulty, he swallowed the half-chewed food in one go.

'How was your day?'

A stupid question, because he already knew the answer. Tobias only had good days. Even if they weren't good, they were still good. Sometimes Brian was irritated by his boyfriend's cheerfulness. Nobody has only good days, right? But it was nice that Tobias was never negative. Just like that one time his car broke down and he had to walk home through the pouring rain. He stood at the door with a big smile. Or when he had an argument with his boss and almost got fired. Tobias started looking for other work as if nothing had happened.

“It was a good day,” Tobias replied as expected, after swallowing a piece of chicken.

His eyes followed the movements, as Brian scooped up another heap of mashed potatoes and began to eat it greedily. He seemed pleased that his cooking skills were appreciated. Soon after moving in, he noticed that Brian was a big eater who tried to restrain himself.

They regularly had conversations about Brian's weight and how much he wanted to lose some. His parents even blamed Tobias for his weight gain and he had to hear several times how unhealthy being overweight was. Ultimately, Tobias chose not to be present when Brian's parents came to visit. But he continued to cook delicious food for his boyfriend. As usual, Brian remained seated while Tobias partially cleared the table. He leaned back comfortably, giving his full stomach room to do its work, as Tobias reappeared with dessert. He placed a large bowl on the table with what looked like chocolate pudding.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said mischievously as he returned to his chair and Brian filled his plate with pudding.

Brian looked at him curiously when it turned out that the dessert was not the intended surprise. There was that piercing, mischievous look again.

“I have booked a holiday.”

Brian stood in his bedroom, hesitating. He looked at the clothes in his wardrobe and tried to distinguish between what still fit him and what no longer fit. There were still some brightly colored shirts, but they were from years ago so they could be thrown away. There was an open suitcase on his bed.

“What a fool!” he thought.

“He just booked a holiday without consulting me first.”

Brian knew all too well that Tobias was the one with a job. He was the one who made money. Then he could spend it however he wanted, right? Brian sat down on the edge of his bed. How sweet of Tobias that he wanted to go on holiday with him. Brian often wondered what Tobias saw in him. He was not handsome, not rich, nor very socially skilled. They will leave tomorrow morning. By car. Tobias had heard about a beautiful and nice hotel with large rooms and a swimming pool. Brian didn't want the pool. He didn't like swimming. Then everyone would see his fat body. Brian stood up and put a pair of pants in his suitcase. Tobias could have gotten two weeks off from work, but Brian's studies continued as usual. He thought that was a bit strange, to go on holiday when it wasn't holiday time at all. Tobias insisted he came along. He even got a little angry when Brian asked if they could go on another date. A school holiday suited him better. But Brian hated seeing Tobias angry. He was good for him, so he had decided not to take classes for two weeks. Fortunately, Tobias was okay with taking his study books and notebook with him. Oh, notebook! Brian walked over to the dining room table where he always put his notebook, closed it and carefully placed it on his pants in the suitcase. Tobias had not told them where they were going. That was a surprise. All Brian knew was that it would be about a day's drive. Tobias had already packed his suitcase. Today was his last day of work before the holiday. He worked a late shift. And then he would stop by the gym. He wanted to say goodbye to his friends. Friends who had never understood what he was looking for in such an unhealthy fat guy. Brian had only seen his friends once, very early in their relationship. As he had expected, they were flashy boys from the street. They had looked at him with a dirty look, as if he were a worthless dog turd. He never saw them again afterwards. Tobias himself made sure that Brian and his friends remained separated. He hadn't liked how Brian was being treated either, but apparently he didn't want to drop them. Brian was at peace with it. He didn't want to decide for Tobias who he could hang out with. He was glad that Tobias didn't choose his friends over him.

*

They got up at four o'clock this morning to start the long drive to what Tobias thought was a fantastic hotel. Brian had trouble with it, even though he got to bed early the night before. He preferred to sleep in and was often late to attend early classes at school. Tobias had come home late from the gym. He had had a good time with his 'friends'. Brian hadn't even noticed that he had crawled into bed next to him. He slept too soundly for that. Of course Tobias had woken up before the alarm clock. He had made sandwiches for them to eat in the car. They would have lunch and dinner somewhere along the way. It sounded like a good plan, but the ride so far has been anything but pleasant. They didn't come across many restaurants, so lunch had to be skipped and Tobias took a wrong turn, making the ride much longer than expected. Brian wanted to complete a project for school, but his belly took up so much space that there wasn't enough room on his lap for the notebook. He already thought the car was too small for someone his size. His biggest irritation, however, was his appointment with the doctor to receive weight-loss medication, which could now not go ahead. He wanted to know why Tobias wanted to go on holiday just now, but he didn't answer. For the first time in their relationship he was grumpy himself. Because of his boyfriend's nagging and the long drive. Instead of a day, he had been driving for a day, night and morning. If he had known this, they would have taken the train. In his enthusiasm, he had not checked whether there were trains running nearby when booking the hotel room. The hotel was quite remote, so his thoughts were not realistic. He knew that he saw many things more positively than they actually were and that he was often seen as a funny clown who should not be taken too seriously. But this holiday was real and if the building looked anything like the pictures on the internet, it would be a great holiday. He became even grumpier as the vast countryside around them gave way to dense forests. It couldn't be here, could it? How was he supposed to tell Brian, who had struggled to give up his studies and weight-loss pills, that this vacation wasn't what he expected? Brian also had his doubts. The forest did not look fairytale like and the paved road slowly turned into a muddy sand path. Tobias remained silent as Brian started asking questions. The car creaked because of all the bumps in the road and their suitcases collided with each other and against the roof. For a moment it seemed as if they were stuck in the sand, but the wheels regained their traction and soon they were back on a paved road and leaving the forest. In the distance stood a large building on a hill, surrounded by a huge garden. Behind the hill the sea glittered in the sunlight.

They were both amazed after Tobias parked the car and they got out. A huge building stood before them. It looked like one of those old Victorian manors that you sometimes see in photos or movies. The high walls were made of white painted wood, as were many of the fences and pillars. The roofs looked like gold. They quickly counted the building as being 5 stories high and the tower they saw earlier towered high above them. The tense atmosphere disappeared immediately upon seeing the hotel. “Moonsun,” it said in large letters on the sign, next to an entrance to the vast garden that looked more like a huge park. There were wide walkways between flowerbeds and trees, fountains with benches to rest and bridges over water. The sea could not be seen from the parking lot. Hotel Moonsun was too big to look past. Tobias excitedly pulled the suitcases out of the trunk and hurriedly walked across the parking lot to the entrance of the garden. There he had seen a large door in the building when he drove into the parking lot. That must have been the entrance.

“Wait for me!” gasped Brian, who waddled after Tobias with much shorter steps.

He regretted his mean comments during the ride to the hotel. It looked nice here and it was probably very expensive. With red cheeks from exertion, he kissed Tobias, who was waiting for him with both suitcases in his hands. Tobias was relieved. The building looked even more beautiful than the pictures he had seen. The sun was shining brightly and there was no wind. An ideal moment. He didn't have to make a nasty announcement to Brian and he didn't have to apologize. A dark red carpet led to the large door that Tobias had seen earlier and was indeed the entrance to the hotel. The high and spacious lobby was covered with a soft salmon-colored carpet and decorated with artistic wood carvings, paintings and large pots full of tropical plants. While Tobias checked in with the friendly receptionist, Brian surveyed the people in the lobby. All cheerful-looking men. They wore loose casual clothes, colorful blouses and shorts. Some were in sneakers, others in sandals. They smiled at him, but Brian turned his head shyly to Tobias, who was explained how to find their room. Brian heard about the indoor pool and gym. There was even a cinema and a bowling alley. The outdoor swimming pool was temporarily closed for renovations. Once again Brian stared at those in the lobby. He noticed that many of the men were quite overweight. There were some who were even bigger than him. One was even supported by another man while walking. It was as if he could no longer support his own weight.

“I never want to be that fat,” Brian thought.

Suddenly he was pulled along by Tobias, who wanted to see their room as quickly as possible.

*

“Is this a gay hotel?” Brian asked suspiciously as they stood in the elevator, which was so big it could easily have been a freight elevator.

The curly cast iron railing that served as a door and prevented anyone from falling out of the elevator and the fine decorations in the wood of the walls made him realize that the elevator was intended for people.

“I don't think so,” he replied, looking at the pointer above him that showed which floor they were on.

He had not read on the internet that the hotel was only for gay men, but he had also noticed that there were no women walking around. Maybe the hotel specialized in groups of friends and is gay friendly. Otherwise the website would really say that only gays were allowed. How do you even check if a man is gay? And even if it were a gay hotel, so what? They were gay after all. Brian nodded in understanding. Yet he had no desire to be among gays. He had not had good experiences with large groups of gay men. After coming out, he soon discovered that his size was not accepted by them. He was hardly spoken to in pubs and was made to look like a fool. He also did not agree with conversations about make-up, the latest fashion and 'that handsome boy behind the bar'. Not that he wanted to talk about football and kickboxing, because he wasn't that tough, but something more masculine talk was welcome. With a loud 'ping' the elevator indicated that they had arrived on the third floor. The cast iron railing slid away with a slight rattle and the boys left the elevator, each carrying their own suitcase. Smiling, they looked through the large window overlooking the beach and the sea, after which they started looking for their room. They found it at the end of a long hallway, decorated with small chandeliers and (Brian noticed with surprise) paintings of food, such as a bowl of grapes, a chicken drumstick on a plate, and a roast pig with an apple in its mouth on a table. It made Brian hungry. Tobias waved it away with a smile and opened the thick, wooden bedroom door. They stared wide-eyed into the space beyond. An imposing four-poster bed, complete with dark blue velvet curtains, on a fluffy carpet filled a large part of the room. Just like the bedside tables, wardrobe and desk, it was richly decorated with wood carvings. The walls were emerald green, the curtains and their fringes looked like gold. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling in the center of the room amid beautifully shaped plasterwork.

“How expensive is this man?” Brian asked, after which he kissed Tobias on the cheek again.

Tobias remained silent. This was much nicer than he expected. And it wasn't that expensive at all.

“I'm going to take a shower,” Tobias said, after he had put his suitcase in a corner of the room.

Brian stared out the window. Unfortunately no view over the sea, but over the golden roof of a large space diagonally below them. A weathercock turned smoothly in the direction of the wind. A little further on was a large lake where swans swam, surrounded by benches. It formed the center of the garden.

“Wow, come and have a look!” came the voice from the bathroom.

Brian turned away from the window and looked blissfully into the room, until his gaze lingered over the bed, on a painting hanging on the wall. Like all the other paintings he had seen, this one looked very old. It was a painting of a black young man staring sadly at the bed. He appeared to be standing in a field, in front of a wide staircase leading to the entrance of a large building. Brian felt uneasy about the painting and walked over to Tobias. The bathroom was a large room with a lot of woodwork. The floor looked like marble and the tiles on the walls were like a mosaic showing flowers in warm colors. Above the wooden double sink hung a large mirror, wedged between ironwork in the shape of a fish. Between two wooden walls was a shower, spacious enough for four people, with two shower heads on the ceiling and two shower heads for hand use. The bath was the size of a jacuzzi, also placed between wooden elements, where there was a small staircase to get into it. Ornate lamps on the ceiling provided light and a small window decorated with stained glass provided a view of the woods.

“Wow,” was all Brian could say.

Laughing, he looked at Tobias, who walked naked to the shower, not hiding his thick member, which moved violently with his legs. He flexed his trained pecs and winked at Brian. With a movement of his head he gestured for Brian to come with him. The appearance of the hotel had made up for a lot. Brian no longer worried about school or going to the doctor. So far everything looked like fun. While Tobias was already in the shower, Brian hurriedly took off his clothes. After the awkward and tense car ride, he could use a hot shower. With a rough movement he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the bed. With one hand he held up his sagging underbelly so he could undo the buttons on his jeans. This went a little less smoothly than the shirt, but it worked. His whole body moved violently as he took off his shoes, followed by his pants. He farted, but Tobias didn't care. He was used to it. He even farted himself sometimes. It wasn't long before Brian also appeared naked in the bathroom. His dick was much smaller than Tobias's, half hidden in his fat pad and hidden behind his underbelly. He joined his boyfriend and kissed him on the lips.

“Thanks, honey,” he said, rubbing Tobias' bulbous, toned ass.

The warm water slid over his plump body as Tobias grabbed him tightly and gently bit on a large, pink nipple.

*

Tobias lay lazily on the bed, while Brian tried to close a pair of jeans that were slightly too tight.

“I'm really getting too fat, man,” he said, when the pants were closed and he carefully sat down next to Tobias on the edge of the bed, for fear that the button would pop off his pants. Tobias scrambled to get up, lifted Brian's shirt slightly and kissed the side of his belly.

'Be normal. You're beautiful like this,' he said.

In his mind, Brian stared at the painting with the black boy again. What was he supposed to do? He knew he had to lose weight for his health. But he also knew that Tobias didn't agree with that at all. He would never become a slender guy, but a few pounds... that would certainly improve his mobility. And it would become easier to buy clothes. XXL, he had already outgrown that and many clothing stores did not sell clothes that were even larger.

“Do you also think that is a creepy painting?” he suddenly asked.

Tobias looked up and looked at the dark boy, who looked back sadly. Tembe, son of Roda - 1752 he saw carved in the dark, wooden frame under the painting. It didn't seem to matter much to him. A painting was just a drawing. It doesn't do anything else, was his simple thought about it. Brian wanted to get it off the wall, but Tobias stopped him. He would protect him at night, when they would be in bed together. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Tobias shot up and jumped off the bed, while Brian looked at the door in shock. Could they have done something wrong? Standing in front of the door was a man in his late thirties, maybe early forties. His dark blond hair was combed straight back and with a cheerful smile he looked kindly at Tobias, then past him at Brian. He was wearing a black, smart suit and for a moment it seemed as if he was bowing slightly. 

'Is everything to your satisfaction, gentlemen?' he asked.

Tobias watched him as he stood with his body in front of the doorway so that the man could not enter. He nodded and turned his head to Brian, who was still sitting on the bed.

'Sure. Everything is fine here.”

“Good,” said the man.

He put his hands behind his back, stood up majestically and cleared his throat.

“Let me introduce myself,” he began.

“My name is Orlando. Orlando Lucus Tybalt Debois-Jumelet… But just call me Orlando. I am your butler.”

Tobias and Brian looked at each other and had the same thought. A butler? That sounded really cool.

“A butler?” Tobias repeated.

Orlando nodded.

“Or personal assistant, whatever you want to call it. I am here to make your stay pleasant and can help you with any questions or special wishes. Now I have come to tell you that lunch will be served any time and I would like to escort you to the lunch room.”

Tobias scratched his head. He had not expected this and wondered if he had missed something when booking on the internet. Brian got up from the bed and followed Tobias and Orlando down the long hallway to the elevator.

“Not everyone has a personal butler, I see,” Tobias suddenly said, after noticing that Orlando was not taking any other guests with him and they were the only ones in the elevator.

He had spent the entire walk wondering where he had indicated he wanted a butler. Not that he minded (Orlando made him feel very special), but that butler certainly wasn't free. This situation reminded him of the moment he arrived in the city from Brazil and thought he was getting a free bike at the airport. That mistake cost him $800. Or that time he thought he had won a free ice cream, yet he had to pay for that as well.

“That's right,” Orlando replied.

'Not everyone gets a butler. “You booked me during the reservation.”

Confused, Tobias looked from the floor indicator in the elevator door to the butler, then to Brian… and back to the butler.

“I can't imagine that…”

Orlando smiled and looked at Brian, who was watching Tobias with a worried expression. He also understood that if the butler was not booked, a fairly high bill would probably follow.

“Gentlemen, don't worry,” Orlando said with a wink.

'I assure you both that the reservation documents we have received clearly state that the butler has been booked.

“So I won't receive another bill?” Tobias stammered.

Orlando shook his head.

“No bill, I'm sure.”

With a loud 'ping' the lift stopped lowering and the cast iron gate slid open. Tobias put an arm around Brian's shoulder and together they followed Orlando through a series of hallways. He had arranged that well. Brian seemed to like it too, a butler, because he smiled widely.

“You’re mad,” he said softly to Tobias.

'That you arranged all this for me, man! I really feel very special. Thank you.'

Tobias remained silent. Surely he knew he hadn't booked a butler. He hadn't seen the option and even if he had, he still couldn't afford it. Orlando paused for a moment before a grand opening.

“The lunchroom,” he said.

'Follow me'.

Brian looked at the two solid wooden, open swinging doors that provided access to the lunch room. They were decorated with shiny, golden elements and a beautiful pattern was incorporated into the windows of the doors. The floor of the large room was tiled black and white like a chessboard. Large windows brought in lots of light and behind a large wooden counter was the kitchen, full of steaming pans and hard-working chefs. Waiters hurriedly brought trays of freshly prepared food to dozens of round tables set up in front of the windows. Orlando walked to a table on a dais, near a large window that gave a beautiful view of the ocean.

“I wish you a very tasty lunch,” he said.

“If you need me, please use number 1 on your room telephone, or ask for me at reception.”

He pushed back the chairs for Brian and Tobias and disappeared from the lunch room with stately steps.

*

Brian and Tobias sat opposite each other on the white, cast-iron chairs covered with dark red cushions. They gazed excitedly at the seagulls in the sky above the ocean. A personal butler, that was very luxurious. So far the holiday has been very good. A beautiful hotel, a beautiful room and a beautiful lunch room. The round table between them, also made of white iron with many curly ornaments and a stone mosaic in pastel colors as a top, was quite large. All the tables in the room were the same size and many were filled with plates and bowls full of colorful dishes. Brian looked for the lunch menu, but it was nowhere to be found. There were also no flowers or lamps on the table. Just as Brian caught the attention of Tobias, who was still enjoying the view outside, a female server walked up to their table carrying a tray full of small, shiny bowls. Without saying anything, but with a friendly face, she placed the bowls on the table between Brian and Tobias and walked away. Curious, the boys looked into the bowls and saw what looked like jam in different colors. Tobias smelled it. Indeed, jam… and scrambled eggs… and whipped cream. Another waiter appeared with a basket full of assorted freshly baked pastries and a plate full of pancakes. A third brought a bowl full of different types of cheese and a bowl full of different types of meat. Brian and Tobias looked at each other again in amazement. What was this? Within a few minutes the round table was full of lunch dishes. A warm ham had been brought, from which the pieces still had to be cut, and a jar of honey. Potato wedges, hot sausages and different types of fish. Near Tobias was a large bowl of yogurt and smaller bowls of pieces of fruit. This way of serving lunch was very special. They expected a buffet, not that every table would be served like a buffet. Brian hurriedly started making sandwiches and eating them. The long car ride had made him hungry and he had eaten little. Tobias started more slowly with the yoghurt and fruit. Then a sandwich with chicken filet. He was hungry too. While Brian enjoyed his third pancake, alternating with thick slices of ham, Tobias looked at the people in the room. All men indeed, his boyfriend had seen that clearly. He hadn't even noticed. Actually, it didn't matter to him, man or woman, he liked to chat with both. Most of those who were present were older than him, slim build, gray or balding and not much to look at. Some had quite a belly under their shirt or blouse. That was a bit more interesting. There were a few boys his age who also spent a lot of time at the gym, judging by their tight shirts that were nearly ripping due to their bloated muscles. There was a guy a few tables away in a tank top, whose arms bulged so much while using the fork and knife that he surely couldn't fit a sleeve over it. But the most interesting thing was that boy on the other side of the room.

“Have you had enough yet?” Brian asked with his mouth full of smoked salmon and shrimp.

“This is so nice.”

He would never say it out loud so as not to offend Tobias, but he had never eaten such a good meal. Even a sandwich with jam tasted fantastic. The taste of the fruit was so sweet and fresh that it seemed as if the chefs had made it themselves from freshly picked fruits. Tobias didn't respond. He was too busy peeking at that interesting big boy across the room to hear Brian. The big boy had his back to him and he hadn't seen Tobias. The peeking quickly turned into staring, as several men in the room did. What Tobias saw was a back so wide that it hid the entire table the boy was sitting at and it was so thick that his head seemed to disappear into it. He had short, black hair, but his neck and even his ears seemed sunken into his body. The gray sweater he was wearing had reached its maximum stretch and his arms rested briefly after each bite on his love handles, which seemed to be tables themselves. But the most impressive thing was the size of his ass. The chair he was sitting on almost disappeared and even if there had been two more chairs next to it, his buttocks would still bulge over it. The boy regularly pulled down his sweatshirt to cover his high and deep butt crack, but the fabric was too short and too tight around the rest of his body. Brian, who had noticed that his boyfriend was no longer present in his thoughts, followed his gaze.

'My God...!' he thought.

“I'll die of cardiac arrest before I'm even half as fat.”

He looked at Tobias jealously and put another spoonful of pudding in his mouth. Then another bite. Tobias did not realize that he was also being watched and was shocked when a blob of pudding flew against his cheek.

“Do you like him or something?” Brian asked angrily, his mouth full of pudding.

Smacking it, he took another big bite. Of course, Tobias was not supposed to return home with another boy. That was his biggest fear. That Tobias would leave him for someone else. That he found someone better than him.

“No, of course not!” Tobias snapped, wiping the pudding from his cheek with a napkin.

'Look at that man, that's not normal! It looks like an elephant, or a hippo or something.'

Brian said nothing, and cut another piece of the ham. He didn't trust Tobias. That look in his eyes... Apparently he liked fat boys, judging by his own size, and somehow he thought Tobias was okay with wanting to try something more extreme. Brian looked up when one of the waiters took away the now empty bowls with a friendly smile. Not much later, filled bowls arrived.

*

Brian continued to eat, while Tobias occasionally glanced at that enormous boy with a side eye. Sometimes, as the boy bent over to take a bite from his plate, he could look past the fat body to see the burly man he was sitting with at the table, who wore a brightly colored blouse. Even in the lunch room he wore sunglasses.

“What a smooth-talker,” Tobias thought, when the man laughed broadly again at what seemed to be a comment he himself had made.

Unnaturally white teeth became visible. The boy didn't seem to pay any attention. He was too busy eating. Tobias looked at Brian, who was eating warm, freshly delivered pancakes with syrup. A bowl with sausage slices and a bowl with cheese cubes were empty again. He had never seen Brian eat so much before. He himself took a small puff pastry cake, covered with chocolate and decorated with small strawberries. He didn't eat sweets very often, but because of all the well-filled tables and people eating, he couldn't resist the pastry that was on a plate in front of him. He immediately agreed with himself to go jogging along the beach. And then to the gym. The hotel had a spacious and well-equipped gym, he had seen on the internet. Then Brian had time to work on his school projects. 

“Are you hungry, honey?” he asked, after digging a strawberry out of the pastry.

Brian nodded in agreement. The last time he ate that much was at an all-you-can-eat in town on his now deceased brother's birthday, the night before his exams started. His father then decided that he had to stop eating because he was afraid that his son would explode. Brian needed help getting to the car that evening. In the days that followed, he was so ashamed of his eating behavior that he failed several exams. He hadn’t met Tobias then, he didn't come until a year later.

“More!” it suddenly sounded through the room.

Brian and Tobias looked up. It was that huge boy, who was impatiently banging his fists on the table, attracting the attention of everyone present. It didn't seem to bother him as he continued pounding. Only when the empty dishes on the table in front of him were replaced by full ones did he stop. Immediately he started eating again. The man opposite him was no longer laughing. He placed the sunglasses on top of his head and watched in shock as the food was being devoured. Just as shocked, Tobias looked at the empty bowls in front of Brian, who was also eating with a red and sweaty head. Unseen, he had already undone the buttons of his pants. With a big bite, the last bit of scrambled eggs disappeared into his mouth with a piece of bacon, which he quickly swallowed. Groaning, he leaned over to scoop up more scrambled eggs, when suddenly a deep rumbling sound came from his swollen belly and he leaned back with a pained expression.

“I don't feel so good,” he said suddenly.

Tobias gently rubbed Brian's shirt, which was stretched tight around his body. He had placed his chair next to Brian and was looking wide-eyed at the empty dishes on the table. Brian had done his best. Never before had he seen him eat so much.

“I'm bursting!” Brian said softly, between heavy breaths.

“Help me, I can't breathe!”

He agreed with Tobias' idea of ​​going back to the room. There he could lie comfortably on the soft bed while the food was being digested. Fortunately, many guests had already left the lunch room, because it was an embarrassment to get Brian out of the chair. He had eaten so much that he could barely get up. His overfull stomach pressed against his lungs and his intestines. His heart was racing and his legs were buckling under the extra weight. Supported by Tobias, he walked through the room step by step. He supported his blubbery belly with his hands, while his face did not hide the intense pain.

“I can't go anymore,” Brian whimpered when they were halfway across the room.

“I'm exploding!”

After standing still for a few seconds, Tobias urged him to continue walking. A waiter rushed over and offered help, but Brian was too embarrassed by the situation that he declined the help. Only Tobias was allowed to help him and he promised himself that if he survived this, he would never eat so much again. As he passed, Tobias looked again at the huge boy. He was eating like his life depended on it. A waiter again placed several full dishes on the table in front of him. Tobias saw that the boy was not much older than he was. His fat face was also red and sweaty, his chin hidden behind his lumpy breasts. The man in front of him was playing on his phone. Maybe he couldn't stand the boy's eating behavior anymore. Probably not, because when they left the room, Tobias just saw him shove two sausages into the boy's mouth with a fork.

“Shouldn't you be burping or something,” Tobias asked, when Brian leaned forward in pain at the elevator.

“Then maybe some pressure will be released from your stomach.”

But Brian knew that if he burped, some of the meal would come out of his mouth too. He shook his head and stumbled into the elevator, still supported by Tobias. The cast iron gate closed and the elevator went up. Suddenly there was a loud sputtering sound and the air like a freshly churned turd surrounded him.

“You pervert!” Tobias shouted and started laughing knowing Brian just farted.

Brian laughed along cautiously, afraid of feeling pain or, worse, that his stomach would burst. They were both happy when the elevator doors opened again and they could leave the stench. They slowly stumbled down the long hallway to their room. Tobias was strong, but he could not support this weight for long. He helped Brian take off his shirt. With his jeans still on, he now lay on the bed, sighing and groaning, like a bloated whale about to burst and trying to hold his stomach together with both hands.

*

Brian lay on the bed whimpering in pain. His stomach continued to rumble like African drums in the distance and the air in the room had filled with the unappetizing odor of body gasses. Tobias had expressed his concerns. Brian never complained about a full belly, but then again he had never eaten that much before. He didn't want Tobias to call a doctor, as he had indicated. He couldn't have said more because of the pain. Tobias looked at his boyfriend from a chair for a moment and then walked to the telephone. He didn't want to risk seeing his boyfriend die. He called the reception with number 1, as Orlando the butler had instructed, and a very friendly woman answered the line. She did not want to call a doctor, but she would immediately send someone to the room to assess the situation. Less than five minutes later there was a knock on the door. It was Orlando himself, who entered the room with his cheerful smile. He had a tray with him, which he held stately in front of him with one hand. He kept his other hand behind his back. On the tray was a glass of water and two small green pills.

“Gentlemen,” he began, walking to the window and opening it to air the room.

“I understood there is an emergency here.”

Before Tobias could say anything, Orlando walked over to the swollen Brian on the bed. He leaned over and looked at Brian's face.

“A classic case of overeating,” he laughed.

“Nothing serious, more guests are affected by this.”

Brian's stomach began to rumble loudly, and he felt his intestines swell, but he didn't dare fart with Orlando there.

“I'm very ashamed,” he whimpered as he struggled to control the fart.

His hands held his stomach even tighter and his face turned red.

“It's never good to be ashamed of yourself, young man,” Orlando replied in a serious tone.

Holding up the tray, he placed his other hand on Brian's stomach and pressed gently. A loud fart that was certainly audible in the hallway left his body. Tobias laughed at Orlando's cool attitude, who had apparently experienced situations like this before.

“Here, take this,” the butler said, pushing the two green pills into Brian's mouth and handing him the glass of water to swallow.

“Swallow it, I'm not trying to poison you here.”

Brian swallowed the pills with hesitation. Amazingly quickly, the pain in his stomach subsided, but the ceiling above him seemed to rotate. He closed his eyes and barely felt another fart finding its way out. As Brian slowly fell asleep, Orlando explained to Tobias that he had given him sleeping pills, a standard procedure for guests who had eaten so much that they were experiencing stomach upset. He didn't have to worry, before nightfall Brian would be awake again. He advised Tobias to do something for himself this afternoon. Horse riding on the beach, for example, or a long walk in the gardens. The gym was an excellent choice according to Orlando. Tobias quickly took his sportswear from his suitcase and followed the butler to the gym.

The gym was indeed large and well equipped. It was almost better than the gym in town, where Tobias went almost every day. He could change in a large, tiled room, or in one of the wooden changing cubicles, the swinging doors of which were painted in warm colors and had a slightly African look. The wellness center could also be entered from the changing room, but Tobias chose to exercise. He was still a little worried about Brian and wanted to clear his mind for a moment. Dressed in baggy sweatpants and a tight tank top, he ran on the treadmill. The images on the television on the ceiling above him left him cold. He enjoyed the warm rays of sunshine on his face and the view that one of the large windows offered him. Below him lay the large garden. Men took a walk, others sat on a bench. It was quite busy, for a hotel gym. Strong men pulled weights, while slimmer men mainly focused on cardio equipment. Fortunately, it wasn't just older men who trained there. Tobias had bad experiences with older audiences in a gym. Of those men who think they are still 18, while they are already over 50. He knew he wasn't ugly and it wouldn't be the first time some pervert had pinched his ass just because it was kind of…bulging. Yes, old gays. When Tobias had first arrived in the city, he had imagined life there differently. Finding work was not easy and he had to sell his body several times to get money. He wasn't proud of it and didn't like to talk about it. Not even with Brian. Luckily, the half hour was over and the treadmill started to slow down. Tobias was not a fan of cardio training. He found it boring, but necessary to keep his fat burning going. Then you could see his muscles better, was the thinking. In the past, he always wanted to be the slimmer, but nowadays the thought of a slightly bigger body also made him feel excited. He was attracted to a fat body, but still opted for thicker muscles himself. Or thick muscles with a layer of fat over them, like a rugby player or wrestler. When the treadmill was completely turned off, he grabbed his towel from the floor and drank some water from his water bottle, after which he left the cardio section for the strength training equipment. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey yo… how did you get that big ass,” came a voice from behind him.

Tobias turned and looked into the face of the very muscular guy he had seen in the lunch room. He was wearing another tank top, which was tight around his upper body, but loose around his waist. His arms seemed even fatter up close than they had looked in the room. 

“Er… genes,” Tobias stammered. 

'I don't do heavy exercises to make it grow. A bit of squatting, yes.'

The heavily muscular boy seemed interested in his squat techniques and together they walked to a barbell in a corner of the gym, where Tobias demonstrated his technique. The boy introduced himself as Robin and showed Tobias his training schedule.

*

Brian slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Where was he? What had happened? In the distance he heard splashing water. He looked to the left, at the large window. An orange glow showed that the sun was setting. He looked to the right. The painted black boy looked back sadly. Oh yes, the hotel. And ate too much. He carefully got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Strange, his stomach no longer felt full at all. Fortunately the pain was also gone. What time was it? How long had he been asleep? Tobias' sports clothes were hanging over the chair. He was now standing in the shower. Brian yawned loudly and stretched his arms above his head. His breasts were again rippling violently with the arm movements. With a sigh he stood up and tried to button his pants again. It worked, except for the top button. He didn't feel like putting on another pair of pants, so he let his bare stomach hang over his crotch again. No one had seen that he couldn't close a button. Tobias was indeed in the shower. He had just finished when Brian came into the bathroom to put gel in his hair. 

“Are you okay?” Tobias asked cheerfully, happy to see his friend awake. 

“You slept soundly, man.”

He left the shower, gave Brian a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. Brian still needed some time to wake up. Those pills could probably put an elephant to sleep.

“You're shaking all over,” Brian said after the hug, walking to a sink. 

Tobias talked about the gym, his meeting with Robin and the extremely tough training they had endured together. He was quite enthusiastic about it and it had confirmed his choice to get bigger muscles. He would discuss it with Brian later, but he thought it would be better to wait for another time. When Brian hadn't just woken up from his artificial sleep and would hopefully understand him better. Slowly because of his tired muscles, Tobias put on clothes, while Brian tried to wash the sleep from his face with water. It felt dull in his head, as if there were cotton wool in it. There was a knock on the door. It was Orlando, who was also happy to see Brian awake. When asked what kind of pills he had given him, he did not answer. Instead, he asked if Brian had slept well and if his stomach was still bothering him as he straightened the bedding and closed the curtains. It was almost evening and he wanted to get the room tidy for the night, and dinner was being served.

“Food again?” thought Brian, who had missed a large part of the day. 

Tobias would like some food. He was hungry from the hard training and cheerful as ever followed Orlando to the elevator. Brian enjoyed seeing his boyfriend this happy and free. Tobias was not one for a decent and boring life, but Brian was afraid that he could not offer him more than that.

The cotton wool slowly disappeared from his head and in the elevator he asked why Orlando was accompanying them. They had already eaten in the hall earlier and knew the way. Orlando shook his head. It turned out that dinner was served in a different room than lunch. He led the way through the lobby and through wide corridors. Following the butler around the hotel was an adventure in itself. Every hallway was full of paintings, old-looking tables and benches, large windows that gave a beautiful view of the landscape outside and the setting sun. Some hallways were covered with floral wallpaper, others in a deep, solid color. They were all lit by rows of small chandeliers and candlesticks against the walls. A smell of spices and grilled meat greeted them as they walked through a wide hallway, decorated with wooden tables and a large china cabinet, leading to a wide doorway. The space behind it was larger than the lunch room and darker in design and exuded a classic atmosphere. Heavy wooden tables rested on soft rugs on a shiny wooden floor. The seats seemed to be covered in dark leather. Thick, gold-finished pillars supported the high ceiling, decorated with plasterwork in all kinds of round shapes. Colored glass on the chandeliers gave a cheerful light. The curtains on the high windows were already closed and a pianist provided the background music. Opposite the pianist was a bar in the same classic style as the dining room. Completely made of dark wood and the bar stools had dark leather cushions. Three bartenders were ready to pour drinks. 

“We are presenting dinner buffet style,” Orlando said as they walked past the pianist.

He gestured to the four long tables in the center of the room, separated by O-shaped tables in between. There were chefs baking, roasting and grilling hot dishes, while cold dishes were ready on the other tables. There was another table a little further away. “Salad bar” was written on the wooden sign hanging above it. On the other side, in a deep alcove at the front, stood a large stone fountain with brown water coming out of it. 

“The dessert corner,” Orlando whispered when he saw two confused looks.

“That's our chocolate fountain.”

He walked to a table and once again pushed back the two chairs that were next to it. 

'I wish you both a pleasant continuation. Oh, and before I forget, tomorrow at three o'clock there's a barbecue at the indoor pool.”

He nodded to Brian, turned and walked away in a stately manner.

“What kind of shitty comment was that?” Brian asked.

'Did you see the way he looked at me? As if he wanted to tell me to stop eating so much!'

Tobias didn't understand why his friend was so concerned. As if the butler is interested in how much the guests eat. And judging by the size of several guests, they were used to big eaters here. He nodded to Robin, who had just appeared with two other boys who were also muscular, but not nearly as big as him. 

“Maybe he meant that you should eat less for lunch, so that you still have room in your stomach for the barbecue.”

Brian was silent. Maybe Tobias was right. Maybe he shouldn't act like that. But he wouldn't swim anyway. If only Tobias wouldn't encourage him to go to the pool with him.

*

Brian slowly walked past the table again, carefully examining the dishes on it. Glasses of shrimp cocktail, half hidden in a tall silver bowl full of ice. Around it were bowls of fresh green lettuce and spinach leaves, which created a beautiful whole. There were deviled eggs, tomato and potato salads, pieces of melon rolled in ham, beetroot roses, exotic fruits and much more. The starters, that's what Brian called the table. At one end were five steaming pots filled with different types of soup. Croutons, fried onions, cream to put in the soup and 6 different types of sandwiches. Brian placed another glass of shrimp cocktail on his plate, and 3 deviled eggs. Tobias stood a table away and hurriedly read the signs for the dozens of warming containers that were there. Potato gratin, potato slices, mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes… Pizza slices, lasagna… the side dishes, he knew. The table further away, on the other side of the live cooking, was the fish table and the fourth table had all kinds of meat in thick sauces, he had already seen. On his plate was a mountain of white rice and pieces of chicken in curry sauce. Curious, he walked to the O-shaped tables. There were many more types of meat and fish, freshly fried. Large shrimps, boar… He was amazed. He had never seen so much food before and there weren't even that many people dining. He ordered a tournedos and a chicken fillet. Brian also noticed that the building, despite its size, did not have an excessive number of rooms. Much of the space was used for recreation and catering facilities, such as the lunch and dinner room. With a smile he looked at the roast pig with an apple in his mouth that adorned the meat table. It reminded him of the painting he had seen earlier. It felt a bit medieval. They both enjoyed their meal at their table. The tournedos was cooked perfectly and the chicken breast was tender. Drinks were fetched for them at the bar and as the evening progressed Brian switched from cola to white wine. He did not drink much, but when he did drink it was sweet wine. 

“Would you like anything?” asked Tobias, when Brian had finished his fifth plate. 

Brian sighed. He had certainly not forgotten his lunch adventure, but the food was delicious and he had already undone some more buttons of his jeans.

“I can hardly get out of my chair anymore, man,” he said softly, but with a smile.

He couldn't resist the temptation to eat a little more. He had seen some dishes that he wanted to taste. 

“What do you want?” Tobias asked.

“Then I'll go get it for you.”

Brian hesitated. If Tobias went to get him food, then where would it end? However, Tobias had already gotten up. 

“If you don't say anything, I'll just bring something,” he said, as he prepared to walk over. 

Brian quickly gave him a small order.

Tobias had returned with a plate full of cakes, pudding and a large piece of ice cream cake. Brian looked at it beaming. It was the third plate that Tobias had gotten and it was full again. He didn't need desserts, but Tobias still wanted to take a look in the desert corner. He himself felt like eating fruit covered in chocolate from the fountain, which he was enjoying. This day he could let himself go, Brian had agreed with himself. From tomorrow on he will be careful and eat normal portions. And maybe even go to the gym with Tobias. Then he could also meet that Robin that Tobias had told about. He had seen them talking together for a moment, near the table with the fish dishes. To be fair, Robin didn't have an ugly face, but there was no need for such a wide body. With difficulty he finished the pudding, with even more difficulty the ice cream cake. It was all delicious. Maybe Tobias could ask for some recipes. No… then he would eat that much again at home. For a moment he thought of his father. What would he say if he saw his son going on a rampage like that? Tobias had finished his fruits in chocolate sauce and was looking around the room. Most people were already gone. He watched as Robin patted his stomach and leaned back easily. He had probably eaten too much too. You did that quite easily here. The boys he was with laughed and gently patted his stomach as well. Tobias thought it was a strange sight. Could Robin be gay too or something? Those two boys were still moving smoothly. Apparently they hadn't eaten that much. With a loud sigh, Brian placed the spoon on his plate. He had eaten everything. Somehow he was quite proud of himself.

“You ate well again,” said Tobias.

'I didn't even know you could eat that much. You never do it at home.'

Brian also patted his overfull, flabby belly. The shirt he was wearing was tight around his body and he wondered if Tobias would help him get to the room again. Then he realized that Tobias' comment was sarcastic. Was he offended? Because the food here was better than his? Brian wanted to say something back, but he was so full of food that it was difficult to breathe.

“Do you remember that really fat guy from lunch?” Tobias said suddenly, as he peered around the room again. 

“I haven't seen him at all.”

While Robin hung with his arms wide in his chair, the boys had opened the buttons of his tight-fitting blouse, so that a hard mountain of flesh now bulged out. Tobias looked at it. Apparently Brian wasn't the only one who could really stuff himself with food. Robin's appearance made quite an impression, as the few guests in the room looked at him. The huge boy Tobias was looking for was not in the room. Not even behind one of the pillars. Shame. He would have liked to see him eat dinner. 

“Can you help me again?” Brian stammered, trying to get out of his chair uncomfortably. 

He clearly hadn't learned a lesson from the situation after lunch.

*

Groaning, Brian walked through the dining room, supported by Tobias. His hands held his swollen belly firmly again. Some guests still present laughed. They had also seen him walking with such difficulty after lunch. 

“Don't care about them, honey,” Tobias said. 

“You had a nice meal, there's nothing wrong with that.”

He gave Brian a kiss on the cheek, who burped softly and sighed. In the hallway they were slowly overtaken by Robin, who tried to walk upright, but was also supported by his friends. 

“My god, that was so good,” he smiled. 

“I see your friend enjoyed it too.”

He winked at Brian, who staggered along, panting. There was a loud fart. Robin's friends laughed. 

“Sorry, I needed some pressure off my body,” Robin said, as he and his friends continued walking towards the lobby. A little later, when Brian and Tobias were also walking through the lobby, Brian gestured for them to sit down on one of the armchairs. He had a strange feeling in his intestines, as if they were being crushed by his heavy stomach, or as if the digested dinner could not pass through properly. Or both. He contorted his body, as if that would help digest the food faster. 

“Shall I get Orlando?” asked Tobias, who sat down opposite him. 

'Maybe he still has one of those pills. At least you can sleep well now.'

Brian nodded, rubbing his stomach again. 

Tobias walked to the reception and waited until the receptionist had finished with the guest in front of him. 

“Is Orlando around?” he asked. 

“He’s in his room,” the receptionist replied.

"He's probably already asleep." Orlando always goes to bed early, he likes to be awake on time, well before the guests wake up. To prepare everything for the new day.' 

Tobias nodded understandably and wanted to walk back to Brian, but apparently the receptionist had noticed the worried look on his face.

“Is something serious?” she asked. 

Tobias said that his friend had eaten a lot again and that Orlando gave him pills that afternoon that put him to sleep. 

“The blue one, or the green one?” the receptionist asked quietly, as if no one should hear what they were talking about. 

'The green.'

The receptionist opened a drawer and took out a white pill box. Hidden behind the counter she took out two green pills and gave them to Tobias. With a finger to her mouth she gestured for him to be quiet about it. Tobias nervously walked back to Brian. What kind of pills are these if they weren't allowed to be talked about? Was it illegal or something? Just as he had helped Brian up again, a loud shout suddenly sounded. 

'Where is he! What did you do to him?” 

A man walked from the hotel entrance to the reception. He shouted loudly and waved his arms. He seemed panicked. Or evil.

“Where is he?” he shouted again.

The receptionist who had just helped Tobias stood up and tried to calm the man down. Some men in the same clothes as Orlando and, according to Tobias, must have been butlers, came running and held the man tightly while they pulled him away from the reception, towards the exit. Tobias had recognized the man. He was the one sitting across the table from the huge fat boy. The one with the sunglasses and unnaturally white teeth. 

“He's dead!” he heard the man shout as he disappeared through the exit. 

'You destroyed him. I heard his stomach pop as he screamed for help. My poor boy.”

The man disappeared and Tobias helped Brian to their, where he gave him the pills. Brian immediately fell asleep, but Tobias thought about the man. Would it really? Oh no.

Ok, first personal goals are set

I love the way fat feels, how heavy it all is and how much I can make it jiggle and sway like jello 😳💦

Looking forward to having hundreds more lbs worth of this wonderful feeling packed onto my overstuffed, blubber-bound body. I yearn for ever increasing obesity and hedonism 🥵

A rounding holiday Part 2.

GAY WEIGHTGAIN

It was probably because of the mysterious pills that Brian had slept like a baby again. He fell asleep almost immediately after taking them and it was not until this morning, ten to ten, that he slowly opened his eyes. The large amount of food he had eaten during dinner now no longer bothered him. His stomach felt empty and growled with hunger. Tobias had had more trouble falling asleep. Images of the man screaming in the lobby flashed through his mind. Where had that fat boy gone? He wouldn't really have eaten himself to death, would he? He had read on the internet that a stomach could burst from too much food, but then a person had to eat a lot. People who had it happen to them were not mentally well. A normal person stops eating as soon as the stomach is too full, right? And then there were those strange pills. The receptionist had acted mysteriously, as if no one was supposed to know that the pills existed. Maybe they were illegal and contained a banned chemical. But then they wouldn't be freely available at a hotel reception, would they? Tobias was worried. He didn't want to poison his boyfriend. Maybe it wouldn't have been a good idea to book this holiday after all. Dozens of questions and a growing sense of guilt had kept him awake last night. Every now and then he would doze off, but would be woken up not much later by the man's screams, the groans of Brian who could no longer walk due to his stomach being too full, or the face of the receptionist who looked at him mysteriously. He had been happy when the first rays of light from the rising sun shone through the cracks in the curtain fabric. It would take a while before his boyfriend would wake up, but Tobias was happy that he was still breathing, judging by the heavy snoring. At home he hated it and often tried to fall asleep before Brian, although he also knew that the snoring was due to his boyfriend's excess weight, which he didn't mind. He got the snoring for free. And they had sex very regularly, which meant he couldn't fall asleep earlier and didn't feel the need to. He was relieved when Brian finally slowly opened his eyes. It was almost ten o'clock and Tobias kissed him on the forehead.

“You slept soundly again,” he said to a loudly yawning Brian.   

A loud fart sounded from under the blanket. Tobias laughed. 

Brian lazily turned around, saw the creepy painting of the sad looking black man on the wall and immediately turned back to Tobias. He was still too sleepy to think properly. Tobias was already jumping out of bed, happy that he could finally move without fear of waking Brian. He took off his underwear and walked naked to the bathroom to wash himself.

“I really didn't sleep well,” he said.

“Just thinking about that guy screaming in the lobby yesterday. I really hope nothing serious happened to his friend.”

Brian remained silent. It was far too early to hear Tobias' concerns. After disappearing into the bathroom, Brian pulled off the blanket. His fat belly hung wide over the bed and heavy over the waistband of his underwear and his large, pink nipples pointed toward the ceiling from his moobs, which hung lumpy under his armpits. Brian felt like a heavy whale and wondered how Tobias had gotten his clothes off last night. He remembered how he struggled to walk through the hotel corridors with a painfully full stomach. He no longer knew anything about a screaming man. He couldn't remember how he got into his bedroom or onto the bed. Tobias had certainly helped him, he had no doubt about that. For a moment he felt shame and hoped no one else had seen him staggering through the halls. His glasses were still on his face. Tobias had forgotten to put them on the bedside table. Brian sighed. It was a strange experience, this hotel with all the abundant food and super nice service. No one seemed to mind that he ate so much and in a way that was very nice.

“And you shouldn't eat so much,” came the voice from the bathroom, over the sound of running water.

'I don't want to give you any more pills. Who knows what's in them.'

Brian lazily rolled to the edge of the bed, where he spread his legs to give his belly as much room as possible. He still didn't feel like responding, but he did wonder where Tobias got the arrogance to tell him what he could or couldn't do. He had already agreed with himself to take it easier with meals as he thought he was fat and didn't need to come home even rounder at the end of the holiday. But apparently he had needed pills again. Strange, he couldn't remember anything about it. 

“That woman at reception was very mysterious about it,” it continued from the bathroom. 

'As if I wasn't actually allowed to ask about it at all. Like they're illegal or something. I hope Orlando doesn't get any problems with it. We don’t wat to be the cause of his dismissal.”

Brian looked up for a moment. We? What did he mean with we? He hadn't asked for the pils, had he? He slowly stood up and put on a pair of jeans. Phew! Do they also have a shop here where they sell larger trousers? He put on a loose, light yellow shirt that hugged his waist so Tobias could see his curves and walked past him into the bathroom to at least wash his face. He couldn't really wake up properly.

*

Tobias was already dressed when there was a loud banging on the door. It was Orlando, again dressed in a penguin suit and with his black hair combed straight back, who, as expected, courteously wished the boys a good morning. A well-rehearsed routine followed that started with the question whether they had slept well and whether everything was still to their liking. He then announced that the breakfast buffet had been going on for some time and asked to follow him there. Brian couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the tall, statuesque man, but Tobias was tense. 

“What happened last night?” he asked as they followed the butler through the long hallways to the elevator. 

Orlando looked at him in surprise and for a moment it seemed as if he was deep in thought. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, as if he didn't understand the question. 

While they waited for the elevator, Tobias described the situation as he had experienced it in the lobby last night. Orlando could not remember such an incident, but he was asleep early. He had not heard anything from his colleagues either. Brian assisted him by saying that he too could not remember anything. When the elevator arrived and Tobias announced in a raised voice that he was not crazy, Brian motioned for him to calm down. Maybe he had just misinterpreted it and it had been nothing more than a guest with a complaint. He didn't want his boyfriend to embarrass himself in front of the butler. After all, Orlando had done nothing wrong and he looked far too stately to argue with. Even when Tobias wanted to ask about the mysterious pills, Brian nudged him in annoyance. Tobias remained silent, but his face showed that he did not agree that he should keep his mouth shut. Brian, in turn, wondered what was wrong with his boyfriend. Normally he was always so positive and cheerful. Now on holiday he had to act so difficult. Fortunately, Orlando pretended not to notice the tension between the boys and kindly led them to an outdoor terrace where a nice breeze blew and there was a beautiful view of the beach and the sea. He pulled two chairs back and let the boys sit.

“Today breakfast will be served buffet style,” he said, pointing to the long tables further away with a flourish of his arm.

Despite the late time at which they had arrived, the tables were still full of various types of bread and spreads, dairy products and sweets. Fresh pancakes were even baked. 

“I would like to remind you that there is a barbecue this afternoon at the indoor pool.”

After a friendly nod, he disappeared from the terrace. 

“It took me some time to get used to it, but now I think he's a nice man,” said Brian.

“It would just be your job, walking around in such a tight suit all day and guiding guests.”

Tobias paused and looked intently at Brian. His face showed that he didn't like not being assisted by his boyfriend. 

“You just sit here and moan,” Brian said as he stood up.

'Then I'll go to the buffet. I'm hungry!'

He walked up. He was also disappointed for a moment when he realized that he had forgotten to ask Orlando where he could buy larger trousers. 

The buffet was extensive again. Freshly baked hard and soft rolls were in wicker baskets, slices of bread could be toasted and there were many types of cheese and meats. There was a choice of three types of soup, with or without croutons, yoghurt with different kinds of fresh fruit, various salads, smoked salmon, eel and mackerel and a table full of pastries, tarts and cakes. It was partly thanks to the abundant breakfast and the fantastic view of the sea that the tension between Tobias and Brian quickly disappeared. The pink flesh of his stomach and love handles, which had become visible through Brian's rolled up shirt, also played a positive role.

“Will you leave some room for the barbecue later?” Tobias asked, after he had finished a large bowl of yoghurt and the containers with pieces of banana and strawberry. 

With one eye he looked at Brian, who placed his third plate full of croissants and slices of baguette on the table in front of him. 

“I'm not going,” Brian responded. 

“So I can eat a little more now.”

Tobias was disappointed. He knew his boyfriend didn't like going to swimming pools. He was too embarrassed by his fat body to only walk around in swimming trunks. He had hoped that Brian would feel more comfortable here, among the other mostly big boys. 

'Shame. I had hoped to finally have a nice swim with you. The weather is good for it.'

The still low sun indeed brought the necessary warmth and Brian, with his mouth full of bread and French cheese, stared at the seagulls flying high above the beautiful water. Some people were walking hand in hand on the beach. Some were lying on the large loungers that had been placed there for this occasion. 

“It's an indoor pool,” Brian said as he finished swallowing his mouth. 

"You can't enjoy the outdoors there."

From the hotel room window he had seen the glass roof of the indoor pool. It looked nice and the temperature would undoubtedly be good, as would the barbecue. However, the thought of having to walk around in swimming trunks made him uneasy. 

“Then I'll go get you a plate,” Tobias said, disappointed. 

He got up and walked to the buffet, leaving Brian wondering what went wrong today. Yesterday had been a lot of fun. This day felt strange, as if an argument could break out at any moment. Brian looked at the buffet when Tobias had not returned after quite some time. His plate was now empty and he still wanted something tasty. He saw Tobias, at the table with the sweets. He had started talking to Robin, who in his eyes was overly broad. Give him a break, Brian thought. He liked that at least his boyfriend had found someone to chat with. Out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw one of the cooks preparing pancakes, a thin, young-looking boy, staring at him. When Brian looked at him he looked away.

*

Brian happily ate the slices of cake and cupcakes that Tobias had brought for him, while Tobias in turn secretly looked at the lobes protruding from the bottom of Brian's shirt. He saw the outline of two firm moobs, resting like rolls of fat on his stomach. He hadn't noticed before that they were so big. Maybe it was the shirt that was too tight. Maybe because of the light color and the shadow fell well. 

“Are you really not going swimming with me?” Tobias tried again. 

The observations he had just made had made him very excited to see his boyfriend in swimming trunks. 

'There are plenty of other big guys here? You really don't stand out.'

Brian shook his head disapprovingly, his mouth full of a large piece of chocolate cake. 

“You know I don't like swimming,” he said finally. 

'Why do you suddenly want to swim so badly? Is that Robin coming too?'

He was happy for Tobias that he had met a new friend, but Robin was definitely not his type. He liked how muscular Tobias was, but as bloated as Robin was, that seemed unhealthy to him. Besides, people like that think they're pretty awesome. And Robin never seemed to be alone. He always had those two shabby figures hanging around him. 

“No, Robin is not coming,” Tobias replied. 

'He spends most of the day in the gym. He just asked if I was coming too. Besides, I'm on vacation with you, not him.”

He affectionately offered his hand to Brian across the table, and Brian took it in his. 

“Slimer!” he thought, as the last piece of butter cake disappeared into his mouth. 

This was Tobias' way of making amends, while he didn't even know what he had done wrong, Brian knew from experience. Actually, he hadn't done anything wrong at all. Brian still thought it was very sweet of him to go on holiday together. And this hotel, there was nothing wrong with that. 

“Shall I get you something tasty?” Tobias asked, while Brian still held his hand and looked at him, chewing the piece of butter cake. 

“Let's go to the gardens,” Brian said. 

“Take a quiet walk instead of the pool.”

Tobias was surprised. Brian wasn't into walking at all, but he was also happy to see Brian stand up after letting go of his hand. He didn't need to eat another round. Brian awkwardly pulled down his yellow shirt, covering his entire body again.

“Then we'll go for a walk,” said Tobias, who was happy that his friend didn't eat so much this time that he needed crazy pills to recover.

Brian quickly looked in the direction of the pancake chefs to see if he was being watched again. Sure enough, the young cook stared in his direction, but hurriedly went to work when he saw Brian looking at him. 

“That boy looks at me all the time,” said Brian, taking Tobias' hand again to show that he was already taken. 

Tobias shrugged. 

“You are also a beautiful man to look at.”

The enormous gardens that adorned the entrance to the Moonsun hotel were much more extensive than the boys had seen upon arrival. Winding paths ran through the green lawns. Different tree species provided shade and flowers bloomed in all kinds of colors. There were these romantic stone fountains decorated with images of angels, gods and goddesses. There was a rosarium, where only roses grew and high pergolas covered with climbing plants. There was even a small greenhouse in which several cacti were on display, but due to the increasing heat, Brian and Tobias had skipped it. They had gotten something to drink from a stall on a square somewhere in the middle of the gardens and had gotten a sandwich from a small lunchroom. Several times they had rested on a bench near a statue, a wooden work of art and a flowerbed with unusually shaped flowers. They noticed that wooden benches were alternated with steel benches, as if the hotel and everything around it took heavier guests into account. 

"Do you want to sit down again?" Tobias asked when Brian wanted to sit down on a bench after walking a short distance, on the banks of a large lake where swans swam and a beautifully curved bridge led to a wooded area in the middle of the water. . With a sigh, Brian's heavy body flopped onto the bench, which creaked softly under his weight. He didn't feel like responding. 

“I didn't know you were in such bad shape,” Tobias said as he stood next to the bench, realizing that they had never taken walks at home.

Although they lived together, they lived quite separately. Tobias worked full time in the lunchroom, Brian was at school most of the time. And in their spare time Brian often sat behind his laptop and Tobias went to the gym.

“What are you worried about?” Brian asked irritably. 

'I weigh 330 goddamn pounds. Then why do you think I want to lose weight?'

He didn't look at his boyfriend, but stared at the water in front of him and the swans swimming in it.

“I think you're being really annoying today,” he continued. 

“It was your idea to come here. I've had to give up a lot of things... School, my project, doctor's appointment to get rid of all this fat... and now I get this. Screaming men, crazy pills, I shouldn't eat so much, I have to go swimming, suddenly you find out that my fitness is not good... Just be nice man!'

Startled by this outburst, Tobias stepped back. It was now clear to him that he had gone too far. He didn't know why he was so worried. He liked fat bodies and of course there are limitations to that. Why did he suddenly have to comment about it now? He gently rubbed Brian's shoulder, but his hand was roughly slapped away.

*

Brian and Tobias sat silently next to each other on the bench, their eyes focused on the swans in the lake. Tobias had decided to keep his mouth shut. Everything he said only led to suspicion and arguments. Brian thought the same thing, causing a deathly silence. Occasionally there was laughter in the distance, from men walking along the winding path behind them or a gust of wind rustling the leaves of the trees. Strange how a relationship that went so well at home could cause so much tension on holiday. They had never had an argument like this before. Tobias thought back to times when he had made Brian laugh, but also to times when he felt unfairly treated. It wasn't always his fault that something went wrong and Brian got grumpy. He could always make up for a lot with a tasty meal. Maybe that was the difference between home and here. Here they were surrounded by food and there wasn't much he could do to make his boyfriend happy. Brian was thinking about Tobias's fickleness and impulsiveness. At home he could laugh about how his boyfriend came up with one crazy idea after another and displayed chaotic behavior. At the same time he wondered whether a future could be built with such a person. Tobias was not steadfast. He had no goals in life and took everything one day at a time. He was a good cook, but good food could also be found elsewhere, such as here. At first he had had his doubts about the holiday, but now he started to like it. Just, nice and relaxed. And then it was Tobias's fickleness that had to disrupt that. Too bad it had to turn out this way. He came out of his thoughts and looked away from the swans when Tobias suddenly stood up next to him. 

“I'll just go back to the hotel,” he said under his breath without looking directly at Brian. 

'Sitting here and being silent doesn't really work either. What are you doing? Are you staying here or will you come with me?'

Brian made no move to get up. On the contrary. He slumped down on the bench, causing his shirt to rise and reveal his large belly again. He didn't care. There was no one around anyway. 

“I'll stay here for a while,” he replied. 

“It's relaxing here.”

He turned his head back to the swans and let Tobias go. He heard him say that he was going to the gym, if Brian was looking for him. But Brian didn't want to look for him. He had had enough at the moment. Hesitating, Tobias disappeared with small steps between the trees.

Brian wiped the sweat from his face with his wrist. The sun was high in the sky and it had become quite warm since Tobias left. His stomach growled. It was lunchtime, but he didn't feel like getting up. He was too deep in thought for that, wondering whether a relationship with Tobias could last, or whether they were too different for that. Ultimately, Brian had wanted to lose weight for a long time, but it was Tobias who prevented that. 

“Can I come and sit?” a friendly voice suddenly sounded. 

“I brought you a bottle of drink.”

Meh… entitlement, that was the last thing Brian needed right now. With the intention of sending the person away angrily, he looked up. Next to the bench stood a not very tall boy dressed in a tight white shirt and white shorts with two thin legs sticking out. It was easy to see that he was of small build and for a moment Brian thought it was a child. His blond hair seemed not to be combed very well and strands stuck up and to the side. The boy looked at him hopefully with wide green eyes. Just before Brian wanted to shoo him away, he saw that it was the cook who had been staring at him the entire time during breakfast this morning.

“Um…”

Before he could say more, the bottle of coke the boy was carrying was pressed into his hands. 

'It's super hot. You're already sweating all over. Then you have to drink well.'

Despite his bad mood, Brian couldn't deny that this gesture was very kind. He thought the boy looked quite cute too, so he accepted the bottle. 

“Can I sit with you?” the boy asked again. 

Brian gestured approvingly and the boy sat down next to him with a broad smile. He too stared across the water at the swans. 

'This is quite a nice place... to sit down. I'm Neil. I work here.”

Neil seemed surprised when Brian took his hand and shook it. 

"I'm Brian. I saw you this morning at the breakfast buffet. You were making pancakes, right?'

Neil smiled broadly again. He seemed pleased that Brian had noticed him during breakfast. Brian decided to leave out the fact that Neil's staring had made him uncomfortable. 

“I come here quite often,” said Neil, nervously rocking his legs back and forth under the bench. 

“When I don't have to work.”

It turned out that Neil was working in one of the hotel kitchens almost every day. When Brian asked him if he wasn’t too young to work that much, Neil told him he was already 18. The conversation with the cheerful boy did him good. It was nice to forget Tobias and his oddities for a moment. The conversation turned awkward for a moment when Neil hinted that he found Brian very attractive. Now it became clear why he was constantly staring at him. For a moment, Brian thought it was rude to say something like that. He already had a boyfriend. But Neil himself wasn't ugly either. Not muscular at all, but he had a nice face, with his big eyes and full lips. Brian felt flattered that a guy younger than himself was flirting with him. Eventually he even started to like it.

*

“There's a barbecue at the hotel,” Neil said when Brian had finished the bottle of Coke. 

'Shall we go there? We together?'

As irritated as he had been with Tobias when he asked him the same question, Brian now had doubts. It didn't happen that often that someone flirted with him. Besides, Neil was a nice guy. Not someone he would immediately notice, but he was certainly cheerful and perhaps a little naive, or so he came across.

“I don't really like swimming,” Brian finally said. 

Neil immediately looked at him with disappointment. 

'But you don't have to swim. You can also just eat delicious food from the barbecue.'

Brian had doubts again and upon inquiry it turned out that he had to wear swimming trunks. Long trousers were not allowed according to the hotel's house rules. Logical, thought Brian. No one dives into a pool with their jeans on. 

“You don't have to be afraid,” Neil said. 

'I know the chefs. Those are my colleagues. Some are even friends.”

Brian sighed deeply. 

“Will you also put on swimming trunks?”

Neil jumped off the bench enthusiastically, as if Brian had already agreed to come along. 

'Of course I also wear swimming trunks. Come on, let's go. I'll go get you some nice pieces of meat.”

Brian stood up. His yellow shirt was soaked with sweat and he could feel moist between his rolls of fat. 

“What a sweetheart,” he thought as he followed Neil down the winding path. 

“And it's not a bad idea at all to cool off in the pool.”

Breathing heavily, Brian took off his sweat-wet clothes and exchanged them for his swimming shorts. Luckily the changing rooms were made for people his size. They were much more spacious than the changing rooms at a regular swimming pool. He quickly grabbed the swimming trunks that he had brought from home after much nagging from Tobias from his suitcase in the hotel room and went back to the indoor pool. Neil had done the same and was now waiting for him on the other side of the door to the changing room. He would have liked to come inside to help change clothes, but Brian thought that was still far too early. Fortunately he was still able to change clothes himself. Every now and then it would flash through his mind that he already had a boyfriend. He was probably still in the gym, because he couldn't be found in the hotel room. Not that it mattered. He could probably have a good time with Neil too. Saliva filled his mouth at the thought of the barbecue. He hadn't had lunch and his stomach was rumbling like crazy, he was so hungry. Phew, those swimming shorts were so tight! He couldn't get the button closed anymore, so he pulled the cord tight and the fabric tightened around his waist and tied it securely. His love handles and underbelly were hanging over it, so no one could see that there was a button that wouldn't close anymore. Luckily the legs were wide enough not to pinch or tear his legs as soon as he sat down. 

“Wow, those are nice swim shorts!” said Neil, when Brian emerged from the changing room. 

He himself wore tight swimming trunks made of a stretch fabric, which did not hide the large bulge in his crotch and which was out of proportion to the rest of his thin body. His feet were also quite large compared to his thin calves and ankles. Brian thought it looked funny and Neil's enthusiasm especially appealed to him. Neil led him to a wall full of lockers where he could store his clothes. It was useful to know someone who worked at the hotel and knew all the places. Now he didn't have to search for anything anymore. 

“I'm going to touch you,” Neil giggled and gently squeezed a roll of fat that bulged over the swim shorts. 

Brian smiled. He didn't mind Neil touching him at all. 

“Nice and warm,” Neil said softly. 

“You look really beautiful in swim shorts.”

The indoor pool was much larger than Brian had expected and had seen from his bedroom window. It was built like a huge Victorian greenhouse, almost completely surrounded by glass. The pool itself was oval, with various indentations and channels that meandered through the space like gently flowing rivers. An artificial island could be reached via a bridge or via the water of the swimming pool. Several jacuzzis bubbled with warm water and there was even a slide that led from a great height to the pool. The glass roof was high above them. The golden weathercock that Brian had seen from his bedroom gleamed in the light of the sun. Around the swimming pool were large pots full of tropical plants and palm trees stretched high into the air. Here too were many statues and the floor tiles were inlaid with beautiful mosaics. Curiously, Brian looked at a large rock covered in greenery from which a large waterfall powerfully joined the pool. Men played in the water with a ball. Even here there was a soft piano playing and Neil pointed to a balustrade where a pianist was playing his instrument. Unbelievable. For a moment, Brian felt remorseful. He could name a lot of bad things about Tobias, but he could pick a fantastic hotel.

*

The smell of grilled meat greeted him as Brian walked deeper into the room. He was practically being pulled along by Neil, who had grabbed him by the hand and was pulling him towards the pool like a small car that was barely moving because an overweight caravan was pulling it. From behind a richly planted flowerbed with palm trees, ferns and large flowers that Brian didn't know the name of, three large barbecues appeared, all full of simmering meat. Neil let go of his hand and skipped happily towards the three chefs who were preparing the meat. Of course they were acquaintances of his, he worked with them every day. It was nice to see that the chefs seemed to enjoy him being there. It was a sign that Neil was not seen as an annoying colleague who they would rather not have around. They nodded to Brian, knowing that Neil belonged with him. After all, they had seen them come in together. While Neil chatted with his colleagues, Brian looked around him. The pool looked even bigger from where he now stood. Despite the barbecue, fortunately it was not too busy. He felt uncomfortable, wearing only swimming trunks that were also too tight. There were some older men in a jacuzzi further away. Some younger men quietly let themselves be carried away by the current of the river, which disappeared between the plants. The sunbeds in the shallow end of the pool were empty, but the sunbeds on the side were well occupied. Fat men with swollen bellies sat or lay on them, groaning as they tried to eat more meat. 

“There's still a spot there,” said Neil, who had returned. 

“Come on, I'll walk with you and then I’ll get you some nice meat.”

He immediately took Brian's hand again and walked to a lounger that was some distance away from the fat men and hidden between a number of large plant pots. 

“You have some privacy here,” Neil said. 

“Maybe that will make you feel a little safer.”

Brian couldn't help but think it was sweet of Neil to think of that. He was different from Tobias, who did not take his feelings into account and displayed him in public as if he were a circus freak.

“I'm going to get you something. Do you want something special, or is there something you don't like?'

Brian noticed that the frame of the loungers was also made of iron, as he awkwardly sat down on the soft cushion on top. Nowadays he had difficulty sitting or lying on low furniture. Another sign that he was getting too fat, but for the first time in a long time, or actually the first time in forever, he didn't care. Neil had already disappeared among the plant pots as Brian lay stretched out on the lounger, staring at the sky above the glass roof, listening to the groans of the men who had eaten too much some distance away. He laughed to himself, knowing that he would undoubtedly be feeling the same way before the end of the afternoon. 

Panting, Brian looked up from his plate and peered intently through the leaves of the vegetation around him. His face was sweaty and his stomach swollen. He had expected Tobias by now, since he really wanted to go to the indoor pool, but he was nowhere to be seen. He greedily stuffed half the sausage into his mouth, the only piece of meat left on the plate. This was his third or fourth helping. He couldn't remember. He had lost count. A soft belch escaped his mouth after he swallowed the piece of meat. 

“Do you want anything more?” Neil asked excitedly. 

He had probably never seen someone eat so much up close before. He had grabbed a chair and watched with his big eyes as Brian ate all the meat on his plates. The large bulge in his swimming trunks had only gotten bigger. Brian didn't mind. It was exciting and part of him was curious about the size of Neil's member. Not that he was complaining with Tobias' cock. It was also quite large, but Neil's was much more prominent. Probably because the rest of his body was so thin. 

“Just one more plate,” replied Brian, whose stomach was overfull again and stuck out in front of him like a massive beach ball.

He knew all that meat wasn't good for him, and his stomach was already aching, but he couldn't resist eating some more. The meat was well prepared. Nicely marinated and very tender. Neil stood up and took the empty plate from Brian. The contours of his plump sex were clearly visible and moved violently with his legs as he walked through the plant pots to the barbecues. 

“What a life,” Brian thought as he carefully fell back. His stomach towered over him like a mountain. 

He thought about the men on the loungers by the pool. They should have gotten their own food. Or maybe the chefs had brought it. At least he had his personal servant. One who was even more enthusiastic than Tobias. Phew! His stomach felt tight and when he wanted to burp again he felt the eaten meat finding its way into his esophagus. Maybe he wouldn't have done well to order more. But the moment was too perfect to hold back. It wasn't long before Neil reappeared. Apparently he was sad that this would be the last plate, because he had tried very hard to get as much meat on it as possible. Hamburgers, sausage, chicken breast, spare ribs and bacon, Brian saw at a glance after he struggled to get back up. 

“I'll never eat it all,” he thought as he started eating it. 

The taste was delicious. And it helped that Neil gently rubbed his overfull belly. After a while, when Brian really couldn't eat anymore, he even helped by pushing pieces of meat into his mouth so that Brian only had to chew. Now it was really nice to be hidden behind the vegetation, where no one could see them.

*

Startled, Brian opened his eyes. How long had he been sleeping? He licked his lips with his tongue. The taste of the meat was still there. The drawstring of his trunks cut into the flesh of his waist. Even though the fat from his swollen belly hung over it, his swimming shorts were quite tight. Dazed from sleep and the excessive meal, he tried with one hand to loosen the knot he had tied in the cord. 

“Come on, I'll help,” said Neil, immediately jumping from his chair and leaning over him. 

“Did you eat well?”

Brian groaned something unintelligible and rubbed his stomach. He had outdone himself again and was happy when Neil had loosened the knot in the cord. Immediately the fabric of the swimming shorts relaxed and with it his body. He tried to get up, but failed. He licked his lips again. My goodness, what a good meal that had been. 

“Just take it easy,” Neil said with a broad smile. 

“Stay still.”

Brian closed his eyes and thought back to the pieces of meat as he felt Neil rub his stomach again. There was a slight rumbling sound from his stomach and a rush of pressure shot through his intestines. Brian farted loudly. He didn't care if Neil or anyone else heard. He needed to relieve the pressure in his stomach. Neil laughed out loud at that. 

“Wow, I've never heard a fart that loud before,” he said. 

He could exaggerate a bit, Brian thought. But that also made him cute. As if he hadn't experienced so much in his life. He felt Neil gently pressing his stomach. Slowly the hand moved down, where it pressed gently at his navel and then on his underbelly, as if he were pushing gas down and wanted to hear another fart. He stopped when Brian groaned again and tried to get up. From behind the vegetation came the sound of clattering metal. The chefs were busy clearing away the barbecues. The feast was over. 

“What time is it?” Brian asked with difficulty as he lay back on his back, panting with the effort to get up. 

“Almost half past four,” Neil replied. 

“You can rest here for a while.”

But Brian wanted to go back to his room and lie on the bed. He had clearly eaten too much again. Neil gently helped him get up and after a short pause to catch his breath, he helped Brian stand up. Two barbecues had already driven away when Brian waddled past. Several men were still sleeping on the loungers by the pool, their bellies full of meat, round and tight. One of the men's belly buttons bulged completely out, but Brian paid no attention to it. He wanted to sit down for a moment. It seemed as if his legs could no longer support his weight. Careful not to bump into anything with his own bulging belly, he followed Neil, who walked slowly in front of him to show the way to the changing rooms.

He could no longer pull the yellow shirt over his stomach and he could no longer wear the jeans. His stomach was too much in the way for that, so Brian sat on the edge of a stone platform in the changing room with a shirt that was too small and in his swimming shorts. He waited for Neil, who was getting dressed. 

“God damn it!” suddenly sounded from his dressing room. 

“Big fucking dick!”

Brian frowned. Apparently it wasn't very nice to be so big down there. Once again he tried to put his socks on, but his stomach was too full to bend over. Luckily it didn't take long for Neil to appear in his white shirt and shorts. He held his swimming trunks crumpled up in his hand, but dropped them to the floor when he saw Brian busy with his socks. In response, he dived to the floor and slipped a sock over Brian's foot. Before Brian could hand over the other one, Neil had grabbed it from the stone platform. Brian wanted to thank him, but trying to put on the socks himself had caused some food to rise up and he felt like he wanted to throw up. With difficulty and a red face, he tried to lower the food back into his stomach. Without saying anything he handed Neil his shoes. He didn't seem to mind at all that Brian didn't say anything. Submissively and carefully, he slid the shoes over Brian's feet and laced them up.

Brian swallowed the rising stomach acid and burped. There was a sour smell in his nose and he hoped Neil didn't smell it, but he was still working at his feet so that probably wasn't the case. 

“You're a sweet boy,” he said. 

“Was something wrong with your… penis?”

Neil came up with a big smile.

'Nah, sometimes it's placed wrong and I can't zip my pants. That's it. Come, I'll take you to your room.”

Supported by Neil, Brian waddled through the hallways. Luckily they didn't have to go past the lobby and the elevator was not far from the indoor pool. In addition to his swimming trunks, Neil also wore Brian's jeans so he could concentrate on walking. Several times his legs collapsed and both were happy when they reached the bedroom, where Brian immediately fell on the bed. Neil hung the jeans over a chair. He had to go to the kitchen to make preparations for dinner. As he took off Brian's shoes and socks, he thanked him for the nice afternoon and Brian couldn't deny that, even now that he was lying on the bed like an inflated balloon, he also found it very enjoyable. There was a moment of silence and Neil looked at him with his big eyes. 

“You really are a beautiful, big man,” he said and left. 

Brian awkwardly took off his shirt and wrapped the blankets around himself. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep again.

*

In the distance, Brian heard the room door slam shut. Tobias carefully walked into the room. He didn't mean to slam the door so hard, but as usual with hotel room doors, they slam shut. He carefully walked around the bed, but Brian had already opened his eyes and was trying to sit up. He kept the blankets around him. Tobias didn't need to see that he still had his swimming trunks on. Then he would probably start asking difficult questions and Brian didn't want the tensions between them to return. That would ruin his nice day. And it was probably better to hide his fat, bulging belly that was still packed with too much meat. He didn't feel like answering questions right now. He was groggy from eating, the walk to his room and sleep. Fortunately, the pain in his stomach had disappeared, making movement a little easier. He got up with a sigh. 

“Are you okay?” Tobias asked in a soft voice. 

“Are you sick?”

Brian moved the blanket in such a way that his big belly wasn't noticeable and farted. Digesting all that meat produced the necessary gasses. 

“No, just a little tired,” he replied. 

He didn't feel it necessary to immediately attack Tobias because of his long departure, but he was curious about what he had been doing all day. Tobias took a seat by the window. 

“Sorry,” he began, staring at the ground. 

'I shouldn't have been so strange this morning'

This was already a promising start and Brian listened intently to what his boyfriend had to say, struggling to keep his body gasses at bay. Tobias apologized and he didn't want to interrupt him with countless farts.

“Where have you been,” Brian asked when Tobias remained silent for a while.

Tobias said that he had gone to the gym from the gardens, where he had trained hard with Robin and his two friends, but that the argument they had continued to gnaw at him. He had spent the rest of the day at the beach, thinking. He had been unreasonable and he regretted it. Brian was right. He had given up a lot to go on holiday with him and Tobias admitted he shouldn't do anything to spoil it. He was just worried.

The screaming man, the mysterious pills… he didn't want anything to happen to Brian. His boyfriend was important to him. More important than he previously realized and Tobias promised not to make him do anything he didn't want to do, like go to the indoor pool. And if he wanted to eat a lot, that was fine. If he didn't want to eat anything, that was fine too. Brian didn't know what he heard. Never before had Tobias been so open about his feelings and concerns. It seemed that he had indeed put a lot of thought into him and their relationship. It made him happy to hear that Tobias cared about him very much. He smiled. Tobias smiled back. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and as he stood up to kiss Brian there was a knock at the door. 

A cart full of covered dishes rolled in after Tobias opened the door, pushed by Orlando. 

“Your order,” he said with a slight bow. 

“Everything else still meets your expectations, I hope.”

Tobias nodded affirmatively and looked at Brian who smiled at the sight of the stately penguin, but also had difficulty keeping the accumulated body gasses inside. He turned his gaze to the cart that Orlando had wheeled into the center of the room, near the foot of the bed. 

“I assumed you didn't eat anything after the sandwich in the gardens,” Tobias said when he saw Brian's surprised look. 

“And when I came back from the beach I saw you here in bed, so I went looking for Orlando and asked if something could be brought to you to eat.” 

With one arm behind his straight back, Orlando opened the dishes and the room filled with delicious smells of warm food. Brian also saw an ice bucket with two bottles of white wine and matching glasses.

“We're on the Italian tour today,” Orlando said. 

'I hope you like it. Here I have spaghetti in tomato sauce, this is tagliatelle with cheese sauce. These are meatballs and these are tuna rolls, a personal favorite. And below is a fantastically delicious tiramisu, if I say so myself. If you are still hungry afterwards, the dinner buffet is open until twelve midnight, in the same room as yesterday.'

He bowed slightly again to Tobias who was still standing at the door and then to Brian, after which he started to leave the room. 

“Oh fuck!” thought Brian. 

“Not more food. How on earth am I supposed to get this away without Tobias noticing that I've already eaten?'

Suddenly Orlando turned around. His face was serious, as if he was about to give an important speech. Even Tobias, who held the door open for him, was shocked.  

“Before I forget,” he began. 

'I will not be available tomorrow due to a meeting. My colleagues at reception are happy to help you with questions. I'll be back the day after tomorrow.'

Once again he bowed slightly, turned and continued down the hall. Tobias rolled the cart to the edge of the bed for easier access to Brian and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Uh… thanks,” Brian stammered. 

There was the bubbling sound of a loud fart that had been stuck for too long.

*

Brian was still stuffed from all the meat, but this food smelled really good too. Surely it couldn't hurt to at least taste a little of it. As expected, it all tasted way too good, but soon his stomach protested. While Tobias looked out the window at the golden weathervane on the roof of the indoor pool and wondered why he saw so many tropical plants there, Brian tried to sit up more straight. Under the covers he had spread his legs wide to give his stomach as much space as possible. He alternately ate the spaghetti with tomato sauce and the tagliatelle with cheese sauce. The sauces were tasty and creamy, the pastas cooked just long enough and not sticky. Every now and then a meatball would disappear into his mouth. 

“Shouldn't you be eating?” Brian asked. 

His stomach had been aching for some time now, but the food was too good to pass up. If Tobias would also eat, it would reduce his suffering. 

“No,” said Tobias. 

'Maybe soon, when you don't have to anymore. Then I'll eat the leftovers. Or else we'll go to the buffet in an hour or so.'

For a moment Brian couldn't get another bite down his throat. Going to the buffet soon? Maybe it would be better to say that he had already eaten a lot at the barbecue. And then? Then Tobias would ask why he went there alone and not with him. Then Brian had to tell him about Neil. No, that didn't seem like a smart idea to him. Not now that the tension was largely gone. He filled a glass with wine and slowly resumed the meal. The tuna rolls were indeed very tasty and fortunately not very filling. Brian tried to fart again to release the pressure in his stomach, but nothing came. An attempt to burp also led to nothing but food coming back up into his esophagus, as he had also experienced after the barbecue. He sighed. There was still spaghetti and tagliatelle. Maybe he could save that for Tobias. He still wanted to try the tiramisu, even though it felt like there was a large, solid stone in his stomach. The big ball under the blankets that was his belly had to be visible now? Tobias didn't seem to notice anything. He had exchanged the window for the desk, where he sat and leafed through a brochure. Luckily he wasn't like Neil, who was watching him eat with wide eyes. Then he probably would have realized that Brian had difficulties eating all the food. There was a sharp pain in his stomach as Brian reached awkwardly to grab the bowl of tiramisu from the cart, causing him to fall back onto the pillows he was sitting against. 

“Honey, can you help?” Brian asked, feeling the pasta making its way back up his esophagus with every word he said. 

This made his voice sound strange, but Tobias paid no attention to it. He was just glad that Brian wasn't mad at him anymore. With a soft groan he lifted the bowl from the cart. It was heavier than he expected. Brian gestured to him to place the bowl on the bedside table. If he had placed the bowl on the blankets in front of him, he probably would have felt a big, heavy belly being in the way. A kiss on his cheek followed, after which Tobias walked back to the desk. The tiramisu was light and creamy and spoonful after spoonful it disappeared into Brian's mouth. His stomach protested violently, but Brian seemed hypnotized by the amazing taste and texture and continued eating. 

“I'm going to take a shower,” Tobias said. 

“There's sand from the beach all over my underwear.”

Brian didn't respond. He was too busy scarfing down large bites of the tiramisu. The tensions that had existed between him and Tobias this morning seemed to be forgotten. Also the desire to lose weight. While the sound of falling water in the bathroom indicated that Tobias was in the shower, Brian suddenly realized that he was still wearing his swimming shorts. When Tobias lay down next to him, he would of course notice that something was not quite right. He had never seen Brian in swimming shorts before. Brian left the bowl of tiramisu for what it was and tried to get the swimming shorts off, which was not easy with his dangerously full stomach. He soon discovered that shooting pains appeared with every movement he made with his belly. He could no longer move forwards or backwards and could only use his arms and legs freely.

Carefully and with a firm pull he pulled the trousers over his buttocks, after which he got them over his knees and feet with calm but struggling leg movements. For a moment he listened to the sounds in the bathroom. The water was still flowing. Tobias was still in the shower, so there was little chance that he would suddenly appear in the room. He quickly threw off the blanket to somehow grab the swimming shorts and was shocked by what he saw. His belly was huge, filled with meat and pasta. He gently placed his hand on the pink mound of flesh. It felt hard as rock and reached almost to the back of his knees and completely covered his crotch. It was quiet in the bathroom. The water had stopped flowing, a sign that Tobias had finished showering. Brian had to hurry. He couldn't lean over to grab the swimming shorts. Then just a little diagonally... He hooked the swimming shorts around his toes and brought them with his foot to an outstretched arm. Gotcha! What now? Getting up to put it back in his suitcase was not an option. Under the bed, that's a good idea. Ouch! Another stab of pain. With an aimed throw he knocked the swimming shorts under the bed, out of Tobias' view. And just in time he pulled back the blankets, because Tobias appeared in the room, naked. Brian looked at his toned body and large cock for a moment, before grabbing his spoon and taking another bite of the tiramisu. 

“Neil's seems bigger,” he chuckled to himself.

*

The bowl of tiramisu was half empty when Brian realized he hadn't had to rush to take off his swim trunks. Tobias had just put on his underwear when he ran back to the bathroom. With a loud groan he announced that he was sitting on the toilet and Brian wondered why he hadn't closed the bathroom door again. He filled his spoon and put it in his mouth. His thoughts wandered to Neil. He was happy that there was no more tension between him and Tobias, but he couldn't deny that he had a very nice afternoon. If Neil were with him now, he would certainly fill the spoons with tiramisu and pop them into his mouth, as he had done with the meat. Then he didn't have to do it himself and all he had to do was lie stretched out on the bed. And to chew. It was an experience he never had with Tobias. And Neil would probably rub his belly gently. Another full spoonful went into his mouth and Brian began to rub his rock-hard, bloated belly himself. His groin felt warm and he found himself getting an erection at the thought. It didn't take long before he felt his small, hard dick trapped between the soft and warm fat of his fat pad and underbelly. He tried to jerk off while eating the tiramisu, but his stomach was too big and painful and his arm too short to reach his penis. Suddenly, another groan came from the bathroom, followed by the splashing sounds of something falling into the toilet water. Brian shook his head. This was not really attractive. If only he could get up to close the bathroom door. Crazy. Brian realized that he hadn't been that bothered by the things Tobias did in the bathroom before. He often laughed about a fart or brushed his teeth while Tobias did a big errand in the toilet. Another bite of tiramisu went into his mouth and he rubbed his stomach again, which was now so swollen that he could barely breathe.

The bowl of tiramisu was three-quarters empty when Brian sank back onto his pillows with a sigh. That was so nice, but he felt uncomfortable. As if his stomach could give out at any moment.

He had hadn’t felt so much pain yesterday. While Tobias was still sitting on the toilet, he stared at the ceiling and tried to focus his thoughts elsewhere. With both hands he rubbed his stomach, which occasionally gurgled violently, causing severe pain. How would Neil fare? He is now stuck behind hot pots and pans cooking in the dining room. Would he have expected him? Sure. If Tobias had not sent for the food, they would probably have gone downstairs to the dining room. Then they could have seen each other for a while. Yet he didn't blame Tobias for anything. It was sweet of him to arrange dinner, because he didn't think Brian had eaten anything yet. And Tobias couldn't help it that he was now lying on the bed again like a stuffed whale. A burp brought not only air, but also some tiramisu from his stomach. Brian quickly licked it off his lips before Tobias could see it. But he was still on the toilet. There was a groan and again there was the sound of splashing water. He had diarrhea, it dawned on Brian. If only he wasn't sick. It couldn't be food poisoning because he hadn't eaten yet. He wanted to shout something to Tobias, but his stomach was far too full and breathing was difficult, so he stayed quiet. It was suddenly quiet in the bathroom. Shit! If only nothing had happened. Brian couldn't possibly move anymore, so he couldn't check if everything was going well. An eerie silence fell over the hotel room. Then suddenly a loud growl from his stomach and a pain worse than Brian had ever felt made him clutch his belly. With tears in his eyes from pain and fear, he realized that he had really eaten too much this time. His promise to lose weight flashed before his eyes. The doctor's appointment, the meals Tobias had cooked for him, all the nice words he'd ever said to him about his body shape, the meals he'd eaten yesterday, and Neil feeding him meat. 

“Pills!” was all Brian could think of. 

He needed those pills now. The phone to reach Orlando… or someone who could give him the pills was on the nightstand on Tobias' side of the bed. Brian looked at it as his eyes blurred.

The pain in his stomach became even more intense. All the food in it wanted to get out, he felt. His arm was far too short to pick up the phone and he could no longer move his body. He no longer had the strength to do that. He wanted to throw up and scream, but at the same time he didn't want Tobias to see him like that. He had already expressed his concerns about him. And he had waved it away. In fact, he had given Tobias his ass for it. If only he had listened. He looked around the room in panic. Hey, what was that? On the cart, where the bowl of tiramisu had been, was what looked like a small, flat box. Brian took a breath as best he could, and with a final effort, he reached for the box. He opened it hastily, impatient to see if it contained what he expected. He emptied the box into his hand with difficulty due to his fading consciousness and smiled. That villain! Without thinking about whether he was doing it wisely, he put the two pills in his hand into his mouth and swallowed them immediately. Apparently Orlando had noticed again that he was already full of the barbecued meat and had hidden the pills under the bowl of tiramisu. Brian resolved to thank the butler the next time he saw him. 

Rubbing his visible abs, Tobias walked into the room. 

“Gosh man, I suddenly have problems with my intestines…”

He paused as he saw Brian sleeping tightly wrapped in the covers. He seemed happy to see that Brian had eaten well from the cart. He even left some spaghetti, tagliatelle and tiramisu for him. Enough for one serving, but that was enough.